The Golden Scar
The feast was loud. The hall shook. Candles dripped. Wine spilled. The air tasted of iron and honey. Thomas Bradshaw stood. He held a cup. The cup was gold. It was thin. It was weak. He looked at it. He looked at the King. The King laughed. The laugh was deep. The hall was old. The stones were wet. Water seeped in. The walls wept. This was the Palace of Ashes. It was not a palace. It was a...
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